Thursday, September 30, 2010

San Diego Just Got Classier


For the first time ever, my home town of San Diego is having a horror film festival. Seems pretty crazy, right? For a town full of hippie stoners, punkers, rockabillys, and trendy swoop haircut sporting emo sissies to have never of had a horror film festival before is pretty damn mind boggling.

Miguel Rodriguez of the Monster Island Resort podcast has taken on the monumental task of putting it all together. If that wasn't enough, he's pulled together an incredible lineup which includes two of the best indie horror films I've seen within the past year, The Commune and Dead Hooker In a Trunk. Along with it, he is showing the classic Fulci crazyfest The Beyond and the camera catching murdering madness that is Peeping Tom.

It's all going down on Saturday, November 6th starting at 1PM at the 10th Avenue Theater in downtown SD. So if you live in SD, you have no reason not to go. If you live in LA, it's an excuse to get out of your smog invested craphole. And if you live in any bordering cities, states or municipalities, time for a roadtrip! Support independent filmmakers and the hard work of others in bringing new, original and fresh films to the public's attention.

Check out the film fest's website for more information and for a full list of films being shown. And buy a t-shirt or two.

http://www.horribleimaginingsfilmfest.com/

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Devil (2010)


Fear 3/5
Gore 2/5
Entertainment 3/5
Creepiness 3/5

By now, most of us are already familiar with this film's premise: a handful of people are stuck on an elevator and one just so happens to be Satan McFluffypants (I like giving the dark lord cutesy names). It's up to the people on board and the authorities who are monitoring the stopped elevator to figure out who it is before everyone gets waxed. I won't go into the recent history of Shyamalan's work other than to say its been pretty abysmal. But the concept of this story and the fact that he gave up the director chair to John Dowdle (he, the director of the most anticipated film that I have yet to see, The Poughkeepsie Tapes) had me intrigued. With decent reviews from those in the blog-o-sphere, I went from intrigue and 'I'll wait until it hits DVD' to 'I've gotta see this right now.' So does the film deliver? Yes and no.

It doesn't take long for things to get going as we are started off with a voice narration, telling a bible story about how the devil will sometimes appear on earth in human form to take the souls of the damned. The whole process is kicked off when someone commits suicide, the oft most heinous act one can commit upon themselves which, in the good book, is described as a one way ticket to the land down under. Sure enough, someone jumps from a high rise building, crashing a top a delivery van, with rosary clinched in hand.


As a detective begins to investigate the suicide, our potential suspects board an elevator in the same building where the man lept to his death. Our group breaks down as follows: two women, one young and one middle aged and 3 males, a security guard, a skinny, well dressed salesman looking type and the other, also suited but a bit more scruffy in appearance. When the elevator gets stuck and strange happenings take place, the detective gets the call and just so happens to be in the area.

And that's about all I'll say at this point. For to go into anything else, will spoil the treat as the lives and backgrounds of these individuals, detective included, unravel. The way that the film keeps you guessing all the way up until the very end, equally jumping from elevator occupant to occupant, briefly making you think that this person is the devil, is absolutely nerve racking and engrossing.


The main gripe I have with the film, and its a huge one, was the need to explain everything. Like we, as the audience, don't have the intelligence to connect all the dots. On top of the narration which draws a pretty straight line, is an over the top and oftentimes hokey dialogue given by a devotely religious Hispanic guard. He talks to the entrapped elevator occupants, recites bible verses en espanol and gives an overly winded speech about the devil. Which is, of course, first ignored by the detective but deemed more plausible as events unfold. It does enough to detract from the effort and it really left a sour taste in my mouth.

Devil has a fantastically original premise and it's a riveting movie watching experience that will keep you on the edge of your seat. However, the need to have every single detail spelled out so no potential confusion could sit with the reviewer really spoils effort. It my be too harsh and inaccurate to call the overly explanatory narration and characterizations of the film insulting to the audience. But I feel that the film could have best been served with a lot more subtlety, relying on the individual experiences of the reviewer (I mean let's face it, we've all had exposure to religion at some point in our lives and know the basic good vs. evil story) to really drive home the themes of the film.

Cortez the Killer

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Shiver -- AKA Eskalofrio (2008)


Fear 3/5
Gore 4/5
Entertainment 3/5
Creepiness 3/5

Shiver is a Spanish film, produced by some of the folks that had a hand in Pan's Labyrinth. And it shows. Some really jaw dropping cinematography is captured, courtesy of a dark and gloomy Spanish countryside. It also serves to heighten the fear and tension as our story unfolds. A unique story overall to be sure, but there's just something about the handling of the end that leaves a little less to be desired.

The film begins with a young boy who has a sunlight sensitive skin disease. The doctor tells his mother that its only a matter of time before the disease gets worse, to the point where he won't be able to be in any amount of sunlight whatsoever. Along with a growing larger by the day set of canines (which hints as to what the boy may be becoming), the doctor recommends that the family relocates to the Spanish countryside where the days are shorter and the sky remains darker awhile longer. At first the mother is reluctant, afterall, she has a steady editors job and is unsure whether similar type of work can be found in such a tiny town. But with the prospect of losing her son superceding things, they pack up their belongings and head out.

Almost from the get-go, weird goings on take place in and around their new home: a farmers livestock comes under attack; our light sensitive boy has nightmares of a naked young girl, covered in mud and eliciting animal-like growls and displaying her own set of jagged teeth. At the start of his new school year, the boy quickly makes friends. He attempts to win their acceptance by going into the woods, the scene of the animal killings and the disappearance of a few other townsfolk. One of the kids falls victim to the terror lying within and because he's at the scene, immediately he becomes prime suspect numero uno.


Despite his innocence, he wins the affection of a girl who's father just happens to be the local sheriff. Another night out leads him straight into the path of the angry farmer who also falls victim to the same terror within the forest. And again, the boy becomes guilty by association. But his friends, the girl especially, don't believe him to be the perpetrator. We find, instead, that his dreams are actually reality and there really is an animal-like girl who's responsible for the brutal killings.

As the film nears its end, we come to find out how this girl came to be: a family on excursion in Africa comes across a feral girl. A girl literally raised in the wild. They bring her back to the Spanish countryside and try to raise her normally. But a traumatic event involving the brutal massace of her family at the hands of a violent villager sets her off and she immediately goes into survival, animal instinct mode.


In addition, our skin deteriorating boy and feral girl come face to face and with a Frankstein-like monster mob of villagers on their tail, a sort of touching moment occurs as the girl kind of takes to the boy. It sort of insinuates that she knows what he is and that there is a kinship between them both. The film ends rather abruptly as the kids fend off the attack and the sheriff stops the mob from killing them both. The girl is thrown into an asylum and we (as the closing music kicks in) assume that she gets out heading back into the dark forest.

Overall, a solid film with a lot of interesting ideas going on. But by film's end, you are kind of left scratching your head with regards to the resolution. Not bad, not great, just kind of 'meh'. The brutal killing scenes and gore is probably worth the price of admission alone for you gore hounds out there.

Cortez the Killer

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Shuttle (2008)


Fear 2/5
Gore 3/5
Entertainment 3/5
Creepiness 3/5

Shuttle isn't your garden variety thriller and it's probably one of the more unique ones I've seen in quit some time. It has some very brutal moments, it keeps you guessing and for the most part, on the edge of your seat throughout. But after the 'grand' reveal at the end, it doesn't have the emotional resonance that its supposed to mainly due to thin characterizations and the plausible yet unshocking nature of it.

The film starts off with a couple of girls getting off of their flight from Mexico. They had just spent a girls weekend catching some rays and drinking way too many adult beverages. After a quick bathroom pit stop, they bump into a couple of horn dog dudes, guys they vaguely remember meeting out at the bar the night before. A bit of small talk ensues before heading over to grab their luggage. Upon exiting the terminal, they are greated curbside by a torrential downpour and not many options for transportation back into town. They haggle with one driver for a bit and settle on another ride, the other driver offering them a lower fare. One of the guys whom they bumped into has taken a quick liking to one of the girls, persuading his buddy to jump on. Along with a nerdy looking business man anxious to get home to his wife and kids, they head out into the late night.

Things are moving along for our small group: both couples chit chatting with the overly skittish man for the most part, keeping to himself. But its not long before a flat tire derails the evening and our group suddenly realizes that the driver has taken them off the beaten path. A much shorter route to their destinations he explains. The non-hoping to score guy volunteers to replace the tire. He does so but before he can hop back on board, the jack gives way, crashing down and crushing his fingers, removing most of the digits from his left hand. As the group quickly gets back on the shuttle to get him to a hospital, our driver orders the group to sit down with gun drawn. It's apparent that he has other plans in mind.


What occurs next is a series of hopeful plots and attempts to get off the shuttle, despite numerous threats from the driver that death will come to one of them if any such attempt to escape or draw attention is made. Not much success is had despite these multiple attempts. And the closest they get is when a stop is made at a grocery store in the early morning. The result? The guy looking to score with one of the girls is brutally struck down, ran over, and re-ran over by the shuttle. One more attempt is made to leave but just when it looks like a safe escape will be made, our shy and completely gutless (he has numerous attempts himself at getting out or getting help) business man reveals himself for who he truly is.


As the film ends, our only survivors are the two girls and it's made known that there is good reason. The shuttle driver wanted them in particular. But why exactly? It's a sort of ripped from the headlines revelation, one that isn't really all too shocking or horrifying. Call me a bit desensitized I guess.

All in all, Shuttle is still an effective thriller and worth a rental. The film just didn't have any staying power with me. Coupled with the reason for all the madness, the characters are pretty superficial and it was hard to empathize with them. Not until the end, with one of our girls really taking a stand, did I begin to care at all. What say yous?

Cortez the Killer

Friday, September 17, 2010

Mutant Vampire Zombies From The 'Hood (2009


Fear 0/5
Gore 5/5
Entertainment 5/5
Creepiness 2/5
Gangsta Factor 5/5
T&A 3/5

Now this is how you make B-movie, schlock full o'nuts, gold. Zombies, gangstas, T&A and loads of over the top gore. How could this NOT be an instant classic? Thankfully faithful readers, it is and it's a lot of retardedly good fun.

Two rival gangs are set to exchange goods: a suitcase of drugs and in return, the girlfriend of the Boyz N The Hood gang leader. But the Asian chopsticks have tricked the Boyz N The Hood and have filled their suitcase with sugar instead of nose candy. But before they can bust out their straps and lay some asses out, the cops bust in, lead by a long forgotten action star who looks like he just came off of a week long bender. C. Thomas Howell everybody!


Gun fire exchanges ensue but before they can finish bidness, a solar flare washes over the earth (with some amazing Atari 2600 graphics at work here) and they're knocked out by the blast.


When they awake and exit the large wherehouse where their standoff took place, they find people roaming the streets, having been turned into flesh crazed monsters. But they're no normal monsters, they're mutating humans that are constantly growing and have an insatiable sexual appetite. Yes kids, along with the ridiculously insane and over the top bodily dismemberments happening left and right, zombie rape also occurs. Yeah, it went there.



So C. Thomas and our gangs band together, along with a drunk old man who lived in da hood who survived the effects of the blast by hanging out in his basement, travel through the city to the house of a doctor who's been broadcasting on the local TV. You see, along with his scientist daughter, they've been working on getting down to the bottom of what's caused all this. The doctor also mentions that he's long prepared for this type of event and has all the necessay tools and equipment to 'start over again.' But on the way there, they run into another group of people who haven't quite turned yet but want the group for sexual party favors. Enter the worst blow job ever received by anyone. EVER.


After getting out of that mess alive, they finally make it to the good doctor's house. And instantly C. Thomas falls for his daughter. In their discussion about the end of the world, they start getting that lovin' feeling. Along with the reunited gang couple in the bedroom next door, they start banging headboards and nasty bits. And in between their moans and bed squeaks, the rampaging zombie hoard trying to storm the gated castle intermingles with moans and squeaks of their own. A symphony of hilarity ensues:








A final standoff then goes down with the zombie hoard who have now mutated in size and numbers, with only a couple of our combatants getting out alive. The ending takes a little nosedive as it does so abruptly and without any clear resolution. But at this point, who gives a shit? This is balls to the wall, over the top fun people.

If B-movie trash is your game, Mutant Vampire Zombies From The 'Hood is your game.

Cortez the Killer

Thursday, September 9, 2010

The End Justifies The Means: The Last Exorcism


A lot has been made about the ending to The Last Exorcism, from people feeling cheated to others walking away being completely satisfied. And in some cases, its been reported that film goers have vocalized their anger towards it once the credits begin to roll. I for one, left completely satisfied as I viewed the ending as a perfect bookend to the story and completely logical given the picture I think it was painting regarding the current state of religion. I realize that my conclusion may be seen as 'You are looking way too much into this' and I invite you to tell me if I'm completely off my rocker. For those of you who have yet to see the film, spoilers abound.

Reverend Cotton is the embodiment of how I currently view those in a higher state of moral power, and overall, representative of a much larger problem with religion as a whole. A cocky, ballsy performer who can hold a crowd in the palm of his hand and manipulate them in any way he sees fit. I mentioned the banana nut bread recipe he recited as proof positive of his abilities in my review. But his power and influence goes well beyond reciting something his mother had given him mid-sermon.



His sphere of influence goes beyond the confines of his church, into the rituals which his faith and family have long practiced, the most notable of which, the rites of exorcism. But they aren't rituals born out of true, religious necessity. We come to find out that performing the act is viewed as the treatment of one's temporarily weakened mental state. It's a cathartic release of a perceived ailment which has befallen the victim, a way to rid the individual of something they've attempted to label of which they don't quite understand (i.e. depression, psychosis, etc.). And because they can't quite figure out what's going on, they take it to the extreme and self diagnose: ' I'm possessed.' Others might take a more rational approach to their 'condition', maybe seeking the advice of a doctor or shrink. Instead of doing that, the extremely holy and devote go see their local pastor who readily play into their wildest fears. But why do they exactly? Because of course, as it's explained in the film, they need a paycheck too.

But it's not enough for him to take the money and run, he goes one step further and makes a production out of it. Rigging the bed. Pumping in demonic sounds through his iPod. Stringing various objects together in the room to clang and jingle to give the perception of the 'demon' struggling against the effects of the ritual. All of these smoke and mirrors combining to bring his illusion to life.


What Reverend Cotton represents, is the prime example of what religion has become in its present day form: an institution that allows and promotes manipulation, power over, and a duping of the masses. It's easy pickings to him when it comes to playing into someone's belief that some other power or being has a hold over them. Afterall, they are all pretty predictable. He laughs at letters and other requests he receives, even calling out the contents of the letter before reading it. He is (granted, on a much smaller scale) the preacher on Sunday morning TV, speaking in an arena-sized church filled with thousands of people, completely unsuspecting of the power that is being exerted over them.

So what does this have to do with the end? Where there is Reverend Cotton, there is also his opposite (or so it appears at first). Pastor Manley is the small town pastor who seems to be a genuinely devoted man of the cloth. He talks about how he's reached out to the family, tried to help them in their greatest hour of need. However, our idea of him starts to crack when we are told of his 'parties' with the kids who attend his Sunday school. And it shatters completely when we are confronted with his horrifyingly true intentions at the end of our film.

Certain clues hinted at how the film would end and it made sense when it all unraveled even though the perpetrators turned out to be different. But that's not why the film works for me. Overall, I think the film is an indictment of current organized religion and those who hold a position of power within it. More specifically, it suggests that everyone within the establishment is evil and out for their own self-serving gain. And with no one coming to the rescue of Nell, to a larger extent, I think it suggests that there is no god. That there is no one to save us.

Cortez the Killer

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The Fourth Kind (2009)


Fear 1/5
Gore 0/5
Entertainment 2/5
Creepiness 2/5

This movie is a confusing mess that requires the viewer to accept way too much and ask no questions - kind of like Catholicism. You've probably seen the trailer and know the shtick, but if not here it is: Supposedly, the entire film is true, based on actual footage and interviews of various residents of Nome, AK who have all experience a "close encounter of the 4th kind" - alien abduction. The film pushes this concept to it's extreme by including the actual footage in the film, often side by side on a split screen.

My interest in alien abduction conspiracies peaked in the late 1980's when I read Whitley Strieber's Communion. It was my senior year in high school and it freaked me the fuck out. But I was 18 years old and I am now 38 years old. Since then my interest in the subject has declined to the point that it simply doesn't interest me PERIOD. So, even though the trailer gave me a couple moments of spookiness, I anticipated that it would, ultimately be a dud.

But it isn't quite a dud, nor is it particularly good and here's why - it can't make up it's mind on what kind of movie it wants to be. Is it a fake documentary ala Blair Witch or is it a dramatization of real events ala take-your-pick? The film starts with Mila Jovawhatever walking up to the camera and explaining that the movie is based on real events and that real footage is used. She also warns that the real footage may be disturbing. The rest of the film is a mixture of actors portraying the real people and the real people captured on film - and like I said, it's often split on the screen so that (for example) Mila Jovawhatever will be saying the exact same thing as the psychologist she is portraying, in the same cadence and rhythm.


So first question - what's the point here? What is the artistic statement in having this happen? Is it to prove to the audience that Jovawhatever is a decent actress? Is it to remind us that the dramatized parts of the film are not dramatized at all, just recreation? And if so, what's the point?

How about this - why not make it a full on documentary or a full on dramatization? The only thing I got out of having this mixture on screen is a huge sense of awareness that I was watching actors acting and following a script. I was never, for one second, allowed to sit back and take it all in because of the constant reminder that this was "all based on fact - here, we'll prove it!"

Now, format and style aside, there is the question of whether or not anything on the screen is real or not. My opinion is that ALL of it was scripted, acted and dramatized. Case in point - SPOILER ALERT - there is a scene where a guy shoots his family and then himself in the head. The scene is, supposedly, actual footage (blurred out at the gory parts) that was filmed from one of the police cruisers at the scene. I highly doubt that the MPAA would allow footage of that sort to be used in a film whose sole purpose is to entertain. I doubt that the citizens of Nome would allow it, that the relatives of the family members would allow it, etc. etc. It just doesn't add up.


Then there is the scene where -SPOILER ALERT AGAIN- the doctor is "possessed" by the Sumerian speaking aliens who start barking out scary sounding, death metal vocalizations about how they are God. The stretchy mouth that the doctor gets has been used recently in numerous cheapo horror films and simply and utterly looks like CGI.

Obviously, I am not buying the reality portion of the film. There are numerous things in the film, errors in continuity, dialogue, storylines, that are far to convenient and scripted for me to believe any of it. This isn't to say that I did not buy into the film because I am not a believer in alien abduction (which I am not) but, rather, because the execution was so botched and self-aware that I simply couldn't have bought into any story they presented to me as true. Had it been either a straight documentary or a straight dramatization, this could have been terrifying.

That said, I have to admit that there were some scenes that were pretty freaky and scared me a bit - sounds captured on tape, some of the "real" video footage, and the general idea of people being so terrified by something that they would knowingly and consciously choose to blow their brains out rather than face up to it. That feeling of total helplessness is genuinely scary.

So - verdict? A solid and resounding "meh". Oh and by the way - it's all fucking fake.

- Complaint Dept

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I've avoided this film based on Complaint Dept.'s review along with a few others. But after reading a pretty solid one from Mr. Johnny Boots over at Freddy in Space, I decided to give it a shot. I won't give a recap as Complaint Dept. does that above. What I will say is that this film has a few things working for it which makes it a worthwhile watch.

I happened to like the aliens being presented with a sort of god-like quality. I found it to be a particularly interesting concept. It wasn't done in a very heavy handed way but rather they were shown to be a manipulative force, taking on the appearance of some higher being in order to get you to submit to their will. And the Sumerian babblings heightened this concept and made for some creepy moments.

The other thing I enjoyed is that it doesn't really play into the alien idea all that much. What I mean by that is the word 'alien' is used only once. Of course, as the viewer, you know that that eventual conclusion will be drawn. But the fact that no one is running around talking about eggheaded beings with ray guns or hubcap shaped saucers floating in the air is key in creating drama and tension. Any combination of these elements could have lead to this film devolving into b-movie schlocky-ness. So kudos to the filmmakers for keeping some air of 'mystery.'

The pairing of the captured 'real' life events with the actors portraying the victims and showing their reactions right alongside each other was the most distracting element to the film. When the 'captured' footage was shown and you had Milla Jovawhatever acting alongside, the reactions and expressions never matched up. This misstep also occured in other scenes pairing the 'footage' next to the actors onscreen.

All in all, the film is definitely worth a watch. A couple of decent scares and as mentioned, from a conceptual standpoint, there are some interesting things going on. But The Fourth Kind is not a film I will revisit anytime soon.

Cortez the Killer

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Ludlow (2010)


Fear 5/5
Gore 3/5
Entertainment 5/5
Creepiness 5/5

We've been huge fans of the incredibly talented Stacie Ponder (AKA the proprietor of the snark-a-licious blog Final Girl) since we started waaaay back in 2007. Her off-beat and quirky sense of humor is completely out of left field (which we love) and of course, she has the horror cred to boot. So being a long time follower, I immediately perked up when she posted of a new project. This accomplished blogger and writer was taking things one step further and actually making a feature length film?! Color me excited! But like all things that take a lot of work and elbow grease, it was a long and trying road. I know, because I've been following the progress of the film. From the very first post about it (check out the hilarious napkin contract between herself and actress Shannon Lark) to humbly asking her readers to help her realize her dream, to computers breaking down, to re-shoots and then FINALLY, onwards to completion. I never lost my interest in seeing the film and recently, I had the privilege to do so. She can now add talented filmmaker to her resume.

The film tells the story of a woman who arrives at the small town of Ludlow, CA. Ludlow is in the Mojave desert near the San Bernardino area of Cali. I'm from SoCal and have been to the area a couple of times. It's a desolate shithole. It's like an atomic bomb was blowns'd up years and years ago and the area has never recovered. It's a place where bodies are dumped frequently in the hopes that no one will ever find them. This bleak setting plays a part in the film, oftentimes, becoming reflective of the devolving mental state of our female lead.


She holes herself up in a dingy motel room with bottles of pills and vodka to keep her company. Its obvious from the get-go that she's running from something. We're kept guessing as to what for awhile as she ignores a couple of phone calls, takes another which doesn't really provide us with any clues, and binges with her chemical enhancements. So much so, that now and throughout the course of the film, she either passes out completely or fades in and out of consciousness. Each time, awaking to find out that what she thought had happened to her the night before (i.e. bleeding from her groin and receiving a severe beating from a man in her hotel room) never really took place.

We come to find out that we are waiting for her sister to come out and meet up with her. Further intimations suggest that she's running from an abusive relationship. In her boredom, and with constant calls from the man she's trying to get away from, she continues to resort to drinking and drugs. You get the sense that she can't deal with being on her own, not even in the midst of being able to get away from her main physical threat. Each time she binges, a violent act is imagined which either results in bodily injury or death. And just when she thought that her 'rescue' was coming, it proves to be another blurred sense of reality.


Leading all the way up to the shocking conclusion, we are kept on pins and needles as this sort of horrific version of Groundhog's Day plays out. I won't get into the actual ending but it was masterfully shot. It's at this point that we realize that our female lead has gone past the point of no return and her sense of reality is truly warped.

The two best things working for this film are pacing and Shannon Lark. The film is a slow build and it keeps you riveted as you try to figure out what's going on while simultaneously working to piece everything together. And the film is pretty much a one woman show, with Ms. Lark driving the story along with her performance as she conveys a true sense of terror during each of her 'experiences.'

I hope this is the beginning of great things to come on the filmmaking front for Stacie. She proves that not only does she have the cred, but also the chops. And the thing that I appreciate most about this film is the fact that nothing is ever spoonfed to us and we are left to piece it all together. Afterall, nothing is more terrifying than the horror that we make up in our head.

Cortez the Killer


Wednesday, September 1, 2010

News You Can Use


Our friend and all around really nice guy, filmmaker Gregg Holtgrewe, has launched a new website for his incredible film Dawning. If you've followed this blog for ohhhhhh, at least the last year and a half or so, you know of my affinity and passion for the film. It has truly been an amazing experience, tracking the progress of it and Gregg's tireless efforts to expose it to the masses. I mean just look at the number of awards received and festivals screened at.

http://dawningthemovie.com/

He's still tweaking the film a tiny bit (a new score is being added which sounds fantastic) and when all is done, it will be available for purchase through the site. I'm hoping before Christmas as it will make for an awesome stocking stuffer.

But for now, check out the site's online store. Some pretty killer T's and movie posters. Hooray for real movie poster, Photoshop-less, art!

Speaking of screenings, Dawning will be showing at the 2010 Dark Bridges Film Festival in Saskatoon, Canada on Friday, Sept. 23rd. *Does Google map search for Saskatoon, Canada. Ah yes, here it is....in Saskatchewan, east of Calgary and Edmonton*

Also showing at the festival is the phenomenal Alice Jacobs is Dead, the best horror movie released in 2010 not released in 2010 [REC 2], along with many many others.

If we have any readers living in Canuckland, or if you live anywhere within driving distance of the Great White North, this indeedy looks to be one killer festival. Check out all the deets here: http://www.darkbridges.com/

You can also check out the latest and greatest trailer for Dawning below. I'll also keep you fine peeps informed of the actual DVD release date.

Cortez the Killer